Post by Hope Diamond on Feb 14, 2019 14:38:46 GMT -6
Some things are better done immediately, especially if you don´t like doing them.
One such thing goes by the name of Gabrielle Visconty. It sucks if you are teamed up with someone whom you don´t like. Russian peasants anyone? The fact that Gabi likely thinks the same about me does not really make it easier.
Alright, let´s do this. After all we have one thing in common: a fine to pay. Bonds have been created from thinner fabric.
EWC gave me the super secret private mobile number of Gabi Vee. I really can´t wait to call her but I do it anyway.
Gabi: I swear to God if this is you again Joe, I am calling the police!….
No, its not Crazy Eye Joe. He´s with the hair dresser. Look, this call is probably not what either of us wanted. But we got a job to do and I don´t want any screw ups or idiotic tag team partners. Not again. So let us be short and sweet. It is about PRIME and about the two psychos we are assigned to wreck. I´s like us to win and that won´t work without a reasonable amount of teamwork.
Gabi: Chelsey! What a pleasant surprise. I was thinking about calling you - not really. But I do agree the brand out weighs our petty differences. Seeing that my record in matches other than singles is a dumpster fire, I think working together is a decent idea. I’d really hate to spend most our match wondering if you have my back or not.
Just on cue Glory walks in dressed in a Gabi Vee shirt and a Beanie that tells me I´m 1000% more relevant now.
Great show.
Glory: Look what I got mom.
Yes, I see but I´m kind of busy right now.
No I don´t see. I see it a moment later when Glory places a card right before my nose. Handwritten autograph. Collector item.
Somehow I cannot appreciate what I read.
Hello Glory! I heard you were a fan and I wanted to make sure you were able to rock Gabi Vee gear wherever, whenever you wanted. Enjoy the autographed hat and shirt! I also included the just released Angel beanie! Thank you sooo much for the support! - Gabi Vee
P.S.: Make sure you tell Hope I sent them to ya!
Well, now I know.
Gabi: I hope she enjoys it. Gotta support the fans, ya know!….
I swallow the anger for now. Or I try.
In this case we should support the fans of FSW and not of PRIME. In other words I want to assure that we are on the same page about this tag team match and that is the winning page. We represent Future Stars of Wrestling which is our brand as opposed to PRIME. So my plan is to take home the victory for FSW.
Glory: HEY! Is that Gabi Vee? I wanna talk to her.
I actually have to slap Glory´s hands away from my mobile. Kids and their toys...
Sorry this is business.
Gabi: Tell Glory I said 'Hello'!
Before I hand you over to your biggest fan also known as my misguided stepdaughter, I would like a firm statement that we go for the win in Mexicali no matter how our dance at Rampage turns out. I make a commitment – with difficulty – to do just that.
I cannot believe I really said this.
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Glory is still here with a goofy grin on her face.
Alright girlie. So you had nothing better to do than contact Gabi Vee and paint a huge “E” for embarrassment on your stepmothers face?
The grin turned into a pout faster than you can say “totes”.
Glory: It wasn´t me.
No, of course not. And how did you end up with the shirt an the beanie?
Glory: And a baseball cap.
Don´t push it, girlie.
Glory: Josh sent her an email and requested the merch.
Josh!
I hate clichés but here´s one come real.
The butler did it.
Josh or Joshua Parker, a guy as British as Westminster and Dry Gin had been my husband’s butler since forever and had already survived three former wives. Seems like his streak is coming to an end now.
Glory: You are not going to do something to Josh, no?
I will sure as hell do something to him.
Even if that meant making my own breakfast again.
We have bells everywhere in the house back from the seventies and eighties but we upgraded to apps on our smartphones too. It takes less than a minute to summon the djinni of our household.
Black Frock coat, white shirt, striped tie, striped and freshly pressed trouser and a well-groomed moustache light-years ahead of Maurice Yensman (while he still had one) that his Joshua Parker, the man who invented posture and dignity.
Parker: You rang, ma´am?
He does while Glory squirms and makes her best "so sorry" face.
Parker: Miss Glory seems to be dressed not warm enough for the season if she plans to go out.
I hold Gabi´s greeting card right under his nose like Glory did before.
You will need something warm to dress in too when you join the unemployment corps. Perhaps Gabi Vee needs a butler.
Parker: I expected that you might be upset Misses Finney but please consider this. Miss Glory was extremely interested in obtaining some of the clothing designed by Miss Visconty. Recently. And since you like Miss Glory you would have been forced to humble yourself before said Miss Visconty by asking for it. It would have been your Road to Canossa where you would have been in the role of Roman Emperor Henry IV´s who had to umiliate himself before Pope Gregory VII. In order to safe you this indignity I respectfully took matters into my own insignificant hands and contacted Miss Visconty to arrange the delivery of the said merchandise. I´m extremely sorry that this card came along with it yet still I believe it to be the lesser embarrassment compared to a personal request on your part.
So basically you are saying, you betrayed me and stabbed me in the back for my own good?
Parker: That is a very astute observation of the situation Misses Finney.
All I observe at the moment is a butler without a job. Tomorrow you might decide you want Stitches underwear and do it again, all behind my back no less.
Did I mention that I hate that the dude has a point? No? Good.
Parker: Definitely not Misses Finney. As colorful as Mister Stitches is, I do not celebrate Mardi Gras and I very much prefer my Ace King underwear.
That is about enough.
You are telling me, you wear boxers monogrammed A.C. right at this moment?
Parker: Of course not. They are checkered blue and white with a red seam and the full name Ace King on it. The tailor of Mister Finney´s wardrobe is a very talented man and I indulged to procure his services in the past.
My head spins, just a little.
Mister Parker, I´m beginning to think that you are a closet wrestling fan.
Parker: Yes, indeed. I admit that weakness. My grand-uncle was a quite accomplished grappler in the Lancashire style and later promoted some local talents with manageable success. It seems like the gene has been transferred . I also admit that I considered Mister Finney´s decision to marry you much more interesting than his former choices in matrimony.
Do you think that flattery will save you from being fired?
Parker: I have entertained some hope to achieve that goal if you forgive me the play on words. My grand-uncle would have really liked you as well. It is a pity that he is not around anymore to watch EWC.
Did he die because he bought merchandise from the wrong people too?
Parker: No, he died in bed.
Old age?
Parker: 12 gauge buckshot. It wasn´t his bed or his wife, unfortunately.
And I thought I had an interesting family. Alright Mister Parker. You are not fired. Not yet. But I will think of some proper punishment for your very loose interpretation of loyalty.
I swear his eyes light up just a little.
Parker: I´m very much looking forward to this with great anticipation.
I´m surrounded by freaks…
One such thing goes by the name of Gabrielle Visconty. It sucks if you are teamed up with someone whom you don´t like. Russian peasants anyone? The fact that Gabi likely thinks the same about me does not really make it easier.
Alright, let´s do this. After all we have one thing in common: a fine to pay. Bonds have been created from thinner fabric.
EWC gave me the super secret private mobile number of Gabi Vee. I really can´t wait to call her but I do it anyway.
Gabi: Hello?...
I pause for a moment to contemplate what to say?
Gabi: I swear to God if this is you again Joe, I am calling the police!….
No, its not Crazy Eye Joe. He´s with the hair dresser. Look, this call is probably not what either of us wanted. But we got a job to do and I don´t want any screw ups or idiotic tag team partners. Not again. So let us be short and sweet. It is about PRIME and about the two psychos we are assigned to wreck. I´s like us to win and that won´t work without a reasonable amount of teamwork.
Gabi: Chelsey! What a pleasant surprise. I was thinking about calling you - not really. But I do agree the brand out weighs our petty differences. Seeing that my record in matches other than singles is a dumpster fire, I think working together is a decent idea. I’d really hate to spend most our match wondering if you have my back or not.
Just on cue Glory walks in dressed in a Gabi Vee shirt and a Beanie that tells me I´m 1000% more relevant now.
Great show.
Glory: Look what I got mom.
Yes, I see but I´m kind of busy right now.
No I don´t see. I see it a moment later when Glory places a card right before my nose. Handwritten autograph. Collector item.
Somehow I cannot appreciate what I read.
Hello Glory! I heard you were a fan and I wanted to make sure you were able to rock Gabi Vee gear wherever, whenever you wanted. Enjoy the autographed hat and shirt! I also included the just released Angel beanie! Thank you sooo much for the support! - Gabi Vee
P.S.: Make sure you tell Hope I sent them to ya!
Well, now I know.
The moment when you realize your rage is cold enough to freeze your stomach…
Gabi: Sounds like Glory got her care package!
I can hear Gabi’s muffled giggles.
Gabi: I hope she enjoys it. Gotta support the fans, ya know!….
I swallow the anger for now. Or I try.
In this case we should support the fans of FSW and not of PRIME. In other words I want to assure that we are on the same page about this tag team match and that is the winning page. We represent Future Stars of Wrestling which is our brand as opposed to PRIME. So my plan is to take home the victory for FSW.
Glory: HEY! Is that Gabi Vee? I wanna talk to her.
I actually have to slap Glory´s hands away from my mobile. Kids and their toys...
Sorry this is business.
Gabi: Tell Glory I said 'Hello'!
Before I hand you over to your biggest fan also known as my misguided stepdaughter, I would like a firm statement that we go for the win in Mexicali no matter how our dance at Rampage turns out. I make a commitment – with difficulty – to do just that.
Gabi: This is very difficult for me to say, but I am going to have to agree with you. You have my word that no matter the outcome of our Rampage match, I will have your back. I expect the same.
You got it.
I cannot believe I really said this.
===================================================================
Glory is still here with a goofy grin on her face.
Alright girlie. So you had nothing better to do than contact Gabi Vee and paint a huge “E” for embarrassment on your stepmothers face?
The grin turned into a pout faster than you can say “totes”.
Glory: It wasn´t me.
No, of course not. And how did you end up with the shirt an the beanie?
Glory: And a baseball cap.
Don´t push it, girlie.
Glory: Josh sent her an email and requested the merch.
Josh!
I hate clichés but here´s one come real.
The butler did it.
Josh or Joshua Parker, a guy as British as Westminster and Dry Gin had been my husband’s butler since forever and had already survived three former wives. Seems like his streak is coming to an end now.
Glory: You are not going to do something to Josh, no?
I will sure as hell do something to him.
Even if that meant making my own breakfast again.
We have bells everywhere in the house back from the seventies and eighties but we upgraded to apps on our smartphones too. It takes less than a minute to summon the djinni of our household.
Black Frock coat, white shirt, striped tie, striped and freshly pressed trouser and a well-groomed moustache light-years ahead of Maurice Yensman (while he still had one) that his Joshua Parker, the man who invented posture and dignity.
Parker: You rang, ma´am?
Yes, indeed. I would like you to have a good look at Glory and tell me what you see.
He does while Glory squirms and makes her best "so sorry" face.
Parker: Miss Glory seems to be dressed not warm enough for the season if she plans to go out.
I hold Gabi´s greeting card right under his nose like Glory did before.
You will need something warm to dress in too when you join the unemployment corps. Perhaps Gabi Vee needs a butler.
Parker: I expected that you might be upset Misses Finney but please consider this. Miss Glory was extremely interested in obtaining some of the clothing designed by Miss Visconty. Recently. And since you like Miss Glory you would have been forced to humble yourself before said Miss Visconty by asking for it. It would have been your Road to Canossa where you would have been in the role of Roman Emperor Henry IV´s who had to umiliate himself before Pope Gregory VII. In order to safe you this indignity I respectfully took matters into my own insignificant hands and contacted Miss Visconty to arrange the delivery of the said merchandise. I´m extremely sorry that this card came along with it yet still I believe it to be the lesser embarrassment compared to a personal request on your part.
So basically you are saying, you betrayed me and stabbed me in the back for my own good?
Parker: That is a very astute observation of the situation Misses Finney.
All I observe at the moment is a butler without a job. Tomorrow you might decide you want Stitches underwear and do it again, all behind my back no less.
Did I mention that I hate that the dude has a point? No? Good.
Parker: Definitely not Misses Finney. As colorful as Mister Stitches is, I do not celebrate Mardi Gras and I very much prefer my Ace King underwear.
That is about enough.
You are telling me, you wear boxers monogrammed A.C. right at this moment?
Parker: Of course not. They are checkered blue and white with a red seam and the full name Ace King on it. The tailor of Mister Finney´s wardrobe is a very talented man and I indulged to procure his services in the past.
My head spins, just a little.
Mister Parker, I´m beginning to think that you are a closet wrestling fan.
Parker: Yes, indeed. I admit that weakness. My grand-uncle was a quite accomplished grappler in the Lancashire style and later promoted some local talents with manageable success. It seems like the gene has been transferred . I also admit that I considered Mister Finney´s decision to marry you much more interesting than his former choices in matrimony.
Do you think that flattery will save you from being fired?
Parker: I have entertained some hope to achieve that goal if you forgive me the play on words. My grand-uncle would have really liked you as well. It is a pity that he is not around anymore to watch EWC.
Did he die because he bought merchandise from the wrong people too?
Parker: No, he died in bed.
Old age?
Parker: 12 gauge buckshot. It wasn´t his bed or his wife, unfortunately.
And I thought I had an interesting family. Alright Mister Parker. You are not fired. Not yet. But I will think of some proper punishment for your very loose interpretation of loyalty.
I swear his eyes light up just a little.
Parker: I´m very much looking forward to this with great anticipation.
I´m surrounded by freaks…
